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Namjoon has forgotten what it feels like to be nervous. To be anxious, waiting for something to happen. Crouching in the shadows, watching a dark path, sweaty hands struggling to hold a weapon steady as he waits for the monster to walk by, for it to step into his range so he can-
“You alright, sweetheart?” Hoseok puts a hand on his shoulder with a gentle smile, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.
“I’m nervous,” Namjoon admits. ”What if they hate me? I haven’t seen them since- since they brought in that feral fledgling.”
It was Hoseok’s idea to invite Jimin and Taehyung over. They only came back from Italy a few days ago and apparently it’s a tradition that they all get together when someone returns from traveling.
A family tradition, Yoongi called it.
Jungkook should be coming too, but Namjoon isn’t too worried about him because Jungkook seems to actually like him. And Namjoon didn’t almost call him a monster the last time they saw each other.
There’s not really anything Hoseok can say, he can’t deny that their first and last meeting didn’t go well, but he still tries. “You’ve changed since then, Namjoon-ah,” he says softly, “at the very least they’ll recognize that. And they’ll appreciate it, I promise.”
Perhaps that’s the best Namjoon can hope for.
“Jungkook likes you.” Yoongi is smiling at him from the doorway, drying his hands with a towel. It’s stained blue and black, because he’s just come out of the painting room where he spent most of the day.
Namjoon still isn’t really allowed in, but neither is Hoseok and it’s only because Yoongi doesn’t want them to see his unfinished works.
“Trust me,” Yoongi continues, “None of us are capable of disliking things Jungkook likes. He’d pout until you gave in.”
Hoseok lifts an eyebrow. “Then why do you hate Buffy the Vampire Slayer?”
“I don’t hate it,” Yoongi grumbles. “It’s just extremely inaccurate and a wild misinterpretation of vampires that is honestly-”
The door flies open and Namjoon is honestly grateful for the interruption because Yoongi would definitely go on a rant otherwise.
He manages not to startle, because Hoseok has warned him that “Taehyung doesn’t like to waste time on stupid human things like knocking.”
“We come bearing gifts!” Jimin announces their presence with a shout, waving two bags over his head.
They’re a loud bunch. Namjoon was hoping that they would be calmer now that no one is in a life threatening situation, but they’re perhaps even worse. They’re excited and that translates into a chaotic round of hugs, Jimin complaining that they haven’t seen each other in so long, Yoongi pretending to be annoyed by Taehyung’s determination to hug him and lift him into the air
Jungkook is the first one to make his way to Namjoon and though he’s awfully shy, he still pulls him into a quick hug. “Hi, hyung.”
“Hey, Kook-ah.” Namjoon smiles. “What’s with your hair?”
Jungkook’s hair was very clearly red the last time they saw each other, not too long after their first meeting. Hoseok wanted to restock on the healing potions he drank and called Jungkook for help, because his condition wasn’t the best yet and Yoongi insisted he don’t do it alone.
There was some shouting and the hallway with Hoseok’s office smelled mildly of smoke for a few days, but no accidents happened as far as Namjoon is aware. Which is why he’s very confused why half of Jungkook’s hair is blond.
Jungkook giggles. “It was an experiment. I can’t dye my hair like normal people, so I’ve been trying potions.” Then he gestures to Taehyung, whose hair is bright blue. “Taehyungie hyung tried the first one for me.”
“It seems like it was successful?” Namjoon hesitates.
“Not really. It was supposed to be temporary.” Jungkook sighs. “And blond.”
Unfortunately, Jungkook’s gesturing catches Taehyung’s attention. He lets go of Yoongi, dark eyes narrowing at Namjoon, and when the incubus starts approaching him, Namjoon is just a little bit worried he’s in serious danger.
“Namjoon-ssi,” Taehyung says in form of a greeting and he does not sound happy. That gets Jimin’s attention, who does not look much happier, and then everyone is looking at Namjoon.
He never used to be a brave person, but this isn’t about bravery.
He swallows his nerves and tries to do the right thing by bowing low. “Taehyung-ssi, Jimin-ssi, I am very sorry about my behavior. It was uncalled for and rude, and I had no right to talk to you like that. I am so sorry, truly.”
He doesn’t dare look at either of them and for a moment, everyone is terrifyingly quiet. Then Taehyung sighs. “You’re forgiven, Namjoon-ssi.”
Finally, Namjoon looks up, the shock evident on his face.
“I’m too lazy to hold a grudge forever.” Taehyung’s lips spread into a square smile and oh. Namjoon never expected a demon to look so soft.
“You’re Jungkookie’s new favorite hyung, so you can’t be that bad,” Jimin adds, wrapping an arm around Taehyung’s waist. “Water under the bridge, Namjoon. Call us hyung.”
“Thank you… hyungs.”
It’s been a long time since Namjoon had this many friends.
“Excellent!” Jimin grins. “Now that that’s out of the way, what’s your favorite blood type, Namjoon-ah?”
“Uhm,” Namjoon glances at Yoongi, unsure, but he only nods in silent encouragement. “I’m not sure, but the B positive you sent from Paris was really good?”
Jimin gasps and also turns to look at Yoongi, looking appalled. “Have you not taken him taste testing yet?”
“Excuse me for having different priorities,” Yoongi scoffs.
“A crime!” Jimin exclaims. “We have to fix that, Namjoon! Every proper vampire knows what their favorite blood type is.”
“Uhm-”
“Not to worry, we can start right away. I’ve brought you some sweets from Rome.” He waves one of the bags. “There’s O negative and B positive and AB positive. Oh, and we have some truffles for you, Hoseokie hyung.”
Jimin doesn’t wait for him and heads into the living room, and Taehyung only throws him a quick smile before following him. When Yoongi comes closer to pat him on the back, Namjoon quietly asks, “Are they always this… loud?”
Yoongi nods somberly. “You’ll get used to it eventually.”
They easily manage to fit around the coffee table and Namjoon only now realizes that the place was made with more people in mind, despite Yoongi and Hoseok being alone in the apartment for most of the time.
It’s nice, the companionship of it.
Hoseok clears his throat. “Taehyung-ah, sweetheart, I can’t help but notice how bright you are today. What sparked this sudden change?”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Jungkookie,” he grumbles but the annoyance doesn’t seem real.
Jungkook probably knows it too, but he still decides to pout. “I said I was sorry, hyung!”
By now, Namjoon understands that Jungkook’s pout is a lethal weapon. Taehyung seems to know it too, his facade cracking into a smile. “Aish, I’m just teasing, Kook-ah. I told you I like it.”
“It’s very colorful,” Yoongi notes.
Taehyung’s general aesthetic is very… dark. Elegant, but dark and the blue hair is pretty, but it doesn’t really fit. Except, Namjoon realizes that it kind of does. It’s clearly not something he does very often, but it fits with Taehyung’s bright square smile.
“I suppose Jungkookie’s hair is a result of the same action?” Hoseok wonders.
Jungkook nods. “I’m trying to make a potion to dye my hair.“
“Why didn’t you call me, bunny? I could have helped you.”
“I want to make it myself,” Jungkook admits. “There’s some cosmetic potions in the new book you gave me, it’s just about finding the right combination.”
“It’s not just that!” Hoseok argues. “You have to be careful, Jungkook-ah, some ingredient combinations are toxic. Or explosive.”
“Well, nothing exploded yet, Hobi hyung,” Jimin points out, reaching out to ruffle Jungkook’s hair. “And as you can see, he’s already halfway there!”
Namjoon thought he would feel overwhelmed, spending time with this group of very loud and excited people, and he is, a little bit. They’re all so casual with each other and at first, Namjoon isn’t sure how he could ever fit into that, but somehow, they make sure he does.
Jimin pulls out the blood candy he brought and practically forces a piece of each into Namjoon’s hands, demanding he eat them right now and tell them which he likes best.
“The AB is my personal favorite, but it’s super rare,” he says, Taehyung pulling him close.
“My baby has expensive taste.”
Yoongi snorts. “More like you spoil him.”
“Hey, if I can use my powers to get him whatever he wants, I will. It would be a crime not to.”
Namjoon personally likes the O negative the best. He’s always had a sweet tooth and the B positive is very sweet but perhaps a little too much. The O negative is practically perfect and when he says that, Yoongi happily notes that he’s easy to please.
“Well, you haven’t tried everything yet.” Jimin shrugs. “Which reminds me! I officially did try everything. We were at this vampire club in Florence and Taehyungie found a girl with AB negative for me.”
“Oh?” Yoongi lifts an eyebrow. “And what’s the verdict?”
“AB pos is still the best.”
Jungkook is in the middle of saying that Jimin is only almost completely spoiled, when Namjoon realizes what Jimin actually said and frowns.
“Wait. What’s a vampire club?”
Jimin’s expression morphs into an incredibly shocked one. Namjoon thinks it’s only half serious.
“You haven’t even told him about vampire clubs?” He sounds utterly betrayed, staring at Hoseok and Yoongi. “Have you taught him anything at all?”
“It really wasn’t a priority, Jimin-ah,” Hoseok tries to say, but Jimin has already turned to look back at Namjoon.
“Vampire clubs are the best way to have fun as a vampire!” He declares.
“I really don’t think-” Yoongi tries to say something, but Jimin cuts him off.
“I mean, sure, they only serve limited alcohol and there’s so many layers of security, you can only get in on another member’s recommendation and you have to sign a ton of paperwork, but that’s a good thing, because all the staff are humans happy to be fed on and you can pay for a private room and-”
“It’s basically a strip club,” Yoongi cuts him off. “Except you can also pay to drink someone’s blood.”
Namjoon frowns. “I thought most humans didn’t know we existed.”
“That’s why all the workers have to sign NDAs,” Yoongi explains.
“We want to keep our secrets, but we also want to have fun.” The smile Jimin gives Taehyung very clearly suggests what kind of fun he’s talking about. Especially when in reaction to that smile, Taehyung decides to kiss him and somehow, even though it only lasts a few seconds, it looks incredibly filthy.
It would probably last longer if Jungkook didn’t slap Taehyung’s arm. “Hyungs, don’t be gross!”
Taehyung turns to him with a wide grin and Namjoon notices that even when he looks fairly normal, his canines are noticeably sharper. Not exactly like vampire fangs, but definitely unusual.
“That’s discrimination, Kook-ah!” Taehyung says. “I’m a sex demon, I can’t help it!”
Hoseok chuckles. “That’s nonsense.” He shakes his head. “Unless Jimine is making you starve?”
At that, Jimin gasps, pretending to be offended. “How dare you even suggest that?”
It’s very easy for them all to start bickering and it’s not really something Namjoon ever saw before, at least not in bigger groups like this. Sure, he and Seokjin bickered often, it was Seokjin’s favorite way of getting his mood up, but that was the two of them.
In general, hunters aren’t the most socialized group of people and a good natured jab, nothing but a joke, was easily taken the wrong way. It took a few punches in the face before Namjoon learned that sometimes it’s just best to shut up.
So when his new friends start bickering, his first instinct is to try and break it up, to calm them down. But they’re all still laughing while they’re teasing each other, no one is reaching for a bottle to break over anyone’s head, they’re just having fun.
Which is great and all, but Namjoon still has some questions.
“Is there a vampire club in Seoul?” He questions.
Yoongi shakes his head. “Not really. I mean, there are clubs for supernatural beings everywhere, but there’s nothing vampire specific. A club like that is usually run by the city clan or with its permission, but Seoul’s city clan is very… conservative.”
“Oldfashioned and boring, he means,” Jimin corrects him.
“Well, it makes sense,” Yoongi argues. “The government is very conservative and no one wants to risk pissing them off. We have to be careful.”
“They’re cowards,” Taehyung mutters.
“It’s a shame,” JImin nods. “If we had one, I’d be taking you tonight, Namjoon-ah. A vampire club is a must see! A bucket list item, if you will.”
Namjoon blinks at him in surprise. “You have a bucket list? Isn’t that kind of pointless when you’re immortal?”
“I am technically immortal. I could still be killed,” Jimin points out. “And I like finding new things to do. It keeps me moving. Humans just keep inventing new fun things to do.”
That’s a nice way to look at life, Namjoon thinks. When he says it to Jimin, he grins and chirps, “Thank you.”
Time passes quicker than Namjoon would like. The conversation flows easily, jumping from one topic to the next so smoothly that Namjoon doesn’t even realize when it happens. One moment they’re arguing if it really should be called a bucket list - Namjoon doesn’t think so, because the existence of a bucket list is connected to the limited time humans have - and then they’re suddenly talking about Jungkook’s degree and Taehyung is grumbling that he doesn’t understand why he bothers with such human thing.
When Jungkook pouts and says that he’s interested in the topic and that it’s fun, Jimin exclaims, “I’ve seen you around midterms, you are not having fun.”
Namjoon can’t help but come to Jungkook’s defense, because maybe he never got a degree but he did voluntarily finish high school and he understands that some people might genuinely want to get some education.
That turns against him though, when Yoongi groans and asks if he wants to attend university and Namjoon has to stutter out that he hasn’t thought about it yet, but now that they’re talking about it, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea.
He doesn’t say that part out loud, but for a long time afterwards, he thinks about how nice it could be to get some education and live as normal of a life as he can, at least for a few years.
He notes it as something to bring up later, to ask Yoongi if it would be possible, and instead tries to figure out how the conversation turned to clubs for supernatural beings around the world - Hoseok’s favorite is one in Tokyo and Yoongi insists that he will never go there again.
It’s nice. It’s sometimes a little too hard to keep up with and it’s not something Namjoon is used to, so he spends most of the time just listening, taking it in, but it’s nice. Someone makes a joke and everyone laughs and Hoseok and Yoongi look so pretty like that, Namjoon wants to kiss them.
Hoseok kisses Namjoon first and that gives Namjoon the courage to kiss Yoongi and then Yoongi kisses Hoseok and Jimin squeals, “Oh my god, you are so cute!” And Namjoon…
Namjoon feels like a part of something good. A part of them. And it feels so good to belong.
Namjoon wakes up hard, hungry and surrounded. Again.
Since they all got together, they’ve taken to sleeping with Namjoon in the middle, but that’s going to have to change, because he cannot be doing this every morning. Yoongi is the obvious big spoon, because Namjoon always wakes up with the older vampire clinging to his back, and Hoseok is the perfect little spoon, peacefully sleeping in Namjoon’s arms. That’s not the problem.
The problem is that Namjoon is a disgusting horny vampire teenager and he wakes up with a morning erection more often than not, even when he doesn’t remember having any sex dreams.
He also wakes up hungry, because he’s a young vampire and thanks to sleeping with Hoseok and Yoongi, he usually sleeps for longer than he can comfortably go without feeding.
Both of those problems are only made worse when he wakes up surrounded by his boyfriends, both of whom are very hot and one of whom has very warm, deliciously smelling blood.
But this morning, it’s even worse, because Hoseok is already awake and Namjoon doesn’t realize it until he goes to quietly get up and finds that he can’t, because Hoseok has his arms wrapped around him and he’s not letting go.
“Stay,” he mumbles.
“Hyung,” Namjoon whispers. “I’m hungry.”
He doesn’t expect Hoseok to respond with, “I’m right here.”
“Hyung, I can’t.”
“Of course you can, baby,” Hoseok whispers. “I want you to.” He leans in, his arms still around Namjoon, holding his shoulders while Hoseok kisses him. He gently takes Namjoon's bottom lip between his own, every touch light, careful, not enough. “We can wake up Yoongi if it’ll make you feel better.”
“I- I-” Hoseok is still so close, Namjoon is practically talking into his mouth and that makes it really hard to form words.
It gets even harder when he feels Yoongi stir behind him, his head moving from where it was lying between Namjoon’s shoulder blades. “Why are you waking me up?” He mumbles.
Hoseok smiles at him over Namjoon’s shoulder. “Joonie wants to feed.”
“No, I- I don’t-”
“Shh, it’s alright.” Hoseok’s hand is gentle on his cheek, a soft caress. Then he looks at Yoongi again. “I thought he could feed from me, but he’s nervous.”
Yoongi hums behind Namjoon’s back, his deep voice sending shivers down Namjoon’s spine. “Is that true, Joon-ah?”
“I-” Namjoon knows they would drop it if he said no. They wouldn’t force him to do it. But he also knows that he has to try again some day and in the morning, surrounded by them, warm and comfortable, sounds like as good a time as any.
“I am hungry,” he admits. “But I don’t want to mess it up again.”
Suddenly, Yoongi’s arm is slipping around his waist, his hand big on Namjoon’s hip as he presses close and Namjoon is suddenly painfully aware that he hasn’t gone soft yet. “You didn’t mess up the first time and you won’t mess up now,” Yoongi tells him, but more than his words, Namjoon is paying attention to his hand touching naked skin, holding him.
He doesn’t dare try to move away, but he has a feeling Yoongi wouldn’t let him either way.
“Besides,” Yoongi continues, whispering into Namjoon’s ear, sending goosebumps all over his skin. “You’re already hard this time.”
Namjoon chokes on air, sputtering as he tries to find the words to deny it. Hoseok’s hand is on his cheek, fingers on his chin, gentle pressure making him look up. “Feeding can be extremely arousing, baby,” he whispers like it’s a secret, like Yoongi can’t hear them, his mouth so close Namjoon can see the mole on his upper lip. “Erotic. For both sides.”
Kiss me, Namjoon wants to say, wants to beg, barely able to focus on anything else, and then Hoseok does. Presses his lips against Namjoon’s, not even moving, just insistent pressure and when Namjoon tries to open his mouth, searching for more, Hoseok pulls away.
“C’mon.” A gentle encouragement, reminding Namjoon of the topic at hand.
“What if I’m too hungry?” he tries to protest and Yoongi’s hand on his hip moves, just a gentle up-and-down that’s probably meant to be soothing, but Namjoon can’t help the way his hips push back, tilting, trying to get Yoongi’s hand to slide lower because it’s so close.
“I’m right here, Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi whispers into the skin of his neck, kisses it, more reassurance that does nothing to calm Namjoon down. “I’ll look after you.”
Namjoon doesn’t expect him to finally do what he’s been silently begging for, Yoongi’s hand sliding along the naked skin of his stomach until it hits his waistband, careful fingers dipping under it, making it very clear what he means.
Hoseok is kissing him again before he can come up with an answer, still nothing but pressure, but then he moves, kissing along Namjoon’s jaw, making him gasp when he gets to a sensitive spot under his ear.
“Hoseokie loves it. He can get so hard, Joon-ah. Gets so close so fast. He’s hungry for it,” Yoongi whispers into his ear like it’s a secret, pressing their bodies together more insistently and Namjoon gasps again when he feels Yoongi’s cock against his ass, clearly excited. “So why don’t I help you while you give him what he wants?”
Namjoon can feel Hoseok smile against his skin. “Hyung,” he gasps, needs to hear him say it. “Is that- Do you really want this?”
“So much, baby,” Hoseok doesn’t hesitate with the answer, whispering it right into Namjoon’s ear.
“Tell him, Seok-ah,” Yoongi orders, his voice so firm.
Hoseok bites his lip, pulling away so he can look Namjoon in the eyes, and they’re still so close but Namjoon misses him nonetheless. “After your first feeding,” Hoseok says slowly, “I was- You were so hot, sweetheart. So hot just giving into that pleasure, whining above me.”
“I-” Namjoon doesn’t know what to say, choking on his words, but it seems he doesn’t have to say anything when Yoongi kisses his neck.
“That’s not even the best part,” he says. “You got him so excited, Joon-ah, he had to soundproof the bedroom so you wouldn’t hear us talking about you.”
“You- you mean you-”
“I felt so ashamed,” Hoseok admits. “So wrong. But I couldn’t help it, you just… You’re so big, sweetheart, so much bigger than me, so strong.”
“Seokie likes to feel small,” Yoongi provides.
Namjoon feels trapped between them, caged in like a wild animal, but he doesn’t want to run away. Hoseok is blinking at him, as if curious to see how Namjoon will react to knowing that the two of them got off to him, long before he even thought they could be interested.
Siren eyes, dark pupils dilated with arousal but the purple is still so bright, and Namjoon wants to have him closer, wants to know if he’s as hard as Yoongi, but he doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to lose Yoongi’s warmth, Yoongi’s hands brushing his naked skin, skirting lower by millimeters.
Hoseok’s eyes drop away. “But if you would rather feed from a bag, I understand.” He starts pulling away, his hands dropping from Namjoon’s shoulders, leaving, and Namjoon’s arms dart out to hold him, to stop him.
“No,” he gasps as Yoongi’s hand starts moving upwards, pulling out of his underwear. “No, please. Please.” His hips buck against the unmoving hand, but it’s no use.
“Bite him, Joon-ah,” Yoongi tells him, Hoseok slowly tilting his head and baring his neck, offering himself up. “Bite him and I’ll give you what you want. That’s the deal.” Yoongi’s fingers are playing with the waistband of his underwear, lifting it up and slipping under it, but never lower.
Namjoon swallows, wide eyes finding Hoseok’s. “Hyung, is this really okay?” he asks because he has to, he has to hear it.
“Please. Bite me.”
Namjoon almost blacks out hearing Hoseok’s soft voice begging for him. Hoseok’s hands wrap around his neck, holding him, guiding him until Namjoon’s fangs scrape bare skin. He inhales, the scent of Hoseok’s blood so strong, so sweet, and bites down.
Hoseok gasps and his grip tightens, tugging on Namjoon’s hair and making him moan. His eyes flutter shut, the sweet, warm, fresh blood filling his mouth and sliding into his throat. He doesn’t hear Yoongi telling him to go slow, almost forgets about his promise, about his hand on Namjoon’s skin until it drops low and Yoongi’s fingers wrap around the base of his dick.
Namjoon moans, his hips jerking forward, his arms grabbing Hoseok to hold him close, hold him still.
A shushing sound, kisses on his neck, Yoongi. The hand on his dick is slow, thumb dipping into the slit to help spread the precum, making him wet. Younger Namjoon, human Namjoon, would be embarrassed about how excited he is so fast, but vampire Namjoon has fresh blood coursing through his veins, spreading warmth and arousal and there’s no place for shame in his mind.
Hoseok is moaning above him and Namjoon has just enough thought to spare to make his hand move and slip into Hoseok’s pajama pants. Hoseok moans louder the moment Namjoon touches him, rutting forward into the touch so hard Namjoon doesn’t even have to move.
“Good,” Yoongi praises, voice deep, making Namjoon shiver. He moans, blood spilling from his mouth, and Yoongi’s hand tugs on his hair to get his attention. “That’s enough,” he says and before Namjoon can pull away, he adds, “Don’t leave him yet, stay down. Lick it.”
Namjoon does as he’s told without thinking about it, running his tongue over the bite and swallowing the blood he gathers. Already, he can feel the flow slowing down and in the back of his mind, he remembers Hoseok talking about the healing properties of his saliva.
He doesn’t know what’s enough but it doesn’t matter, because Yoongi does. He grips Namjoon’s hair, tugs on it hard enough to make him pull away. Namjoon moans, the sharp pain going right to his dick and then Yoongi is on him.
It’s not really a kiss at first, with Yoongi licking off the blood around his mouth, feeding. His fangs scrape Namjoon’s bottom lip and he can’t hold back anymore, pressing their lips together.
He doesn’t even realize how close he is until he’s right on the edge, ready to snap. Yoongi’s hand keeps working his cock, giving him firm pressure to move against, his tongue licking into Namjoon’s mouth like it’s trying to find more blood and Namjoon lets him, thrusting against him.
He wants to warn them, wants this to last, but then Hoseok’s lips are on his neck, finding the spot under his ear, and he can’t, he can’t.
He moans into Yoongi’s mouth as he comes, hips twitching forward and Yoongi jerks him through it, doesn’t let go until Namjoon starts whining, twitching away from the oversensitivity.
“So good, Namjoon-ah, so good,” Yoongi whispers and Namjoon hums, content. He’s ready to go back to sleep, except now that his own arousal has dissipated, he’s more aware of Yoongi’s erection still pressed into his back, Yoongi’s hips rutting forward in small movements he might not even be aware of.
And Namjoon’s hand is still on Hoseok’s cock, completely still, and Hoseok seems like he forgot about it too, more concerned with kissing Namjoon and making sure he’s alright.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Hoseok asks, but instead of answering, Namjoon moves.
He pushes Hoseok on his back to kiss him, tugging on his pants until he lifts up enough for Namjoon to take them off and then he goes down.
He doesn’t have the most experience with blowjobs, he’s not used to this position, not used to being in charge. But he licks the tip, tasting the salty precum, and Hoseok moans, thrusting against him.
“Fuck, Joon-ah.” Hoseok’s fingers tangle in his hair but they don’t do anything, not trying to move him, just holding on.
Hoseok’s cock isn’t the biggest Namjoon has ever seen but it is on the bigger side, thick enough that Namjoon makes sure to go slow. It hits the back of his throat and while Hoseok moans above him, Namjoon stops, expecting to choke, because his gag reflex has always been sensitive.
But nothing happens.
He tries to take more, Hoseok’s cock sliding into his throat now and he moans, swallowing around it. Hoseok’s hips kick forward and Namjoon still doesn’t choke.
Yoongi chuckles above him. “You found another vampire secret, Joon-ah,” he says. “No gag reflex.”
Namjoon pulls off Hoseok’s cock with a gasp. “Hyung, fuck my mouth.”
Hoseok groans. “Fuck, are you sure?”
“Yes, please, hyung. Fuck my mouth.”
The hands in his hair push him down as Yoongi chuckles. “Eager,” he notes, but Namjoon barely hears it, too focused on Hoseok filling his throat until his lips are wrapped around the base, nose pressed into pubic hair.
Hoseok holds him there for a moment, Namjoon swallowing around him, practically drooling, and then he’s pulled off so harshly it hurts and forced back down, Hoseok thrusting into his mouth.
He lets his eyes fall shut and lets Hoseok take what he wants, use him. The thought goes straight to his cock and makes it twitch, trying to get hard again, but it’s too soon for him.
It might not be though, he thinks when he registers the slick sounds of Hoseok and Yoongi kissing above him, making out. Blindly, he reaches for Yoongi’s cock, because he wants to make him feel good too, and Yoongi moans into Hoseok’s mouth when Namjoon wraps his hand around him.
“Fuck, so good,” he gasps. “Doing so well, Namjoon-ah, such a good boy for us.”
The praise is really doing it for Namjoon, more than he thought, and he grinds into the mattress without realizing he’s doing it, but then it feels so good, he can’t make himself stop.
Between the three of them, Hoseok comes first. He tries to warn Namjoon, gasping out between moans, “Close, baby, I’m close.” He tugs on Namjoon’s hair to pull him off but Namjoon doesn’t let him, using his enhanced strength to take him to the hilt, swallowing around him.
Hoseok’s back arches off the mattress with a shout, thrusting against Namjoon as he spills into his mouth. He’s so far in Namjoon’s throat that Namjoon can barely even taste him, swallowing everything he’s given and gently suckling on the tip.
Hoseok’s hands fall away as he tries to catch his breath, but Yoongi’s are right there to replace them, tugging him away and to Yoongi’s cock. He’s still jerking it off but his hand is slow and Yoongi takes over, his hand tight and fast.
“Joon-ah, can I come on your face?”
Namjoon moans and opens his mouth, tongue lolling out, offering himself up. Please.
“Fuck, you’re so good.”
Namjoon can’t take his eyes off of Yoongi’s dick, wants to taste it too, at least the tip, but when he tries to move, Yoongi doesn’t let him. “Stay still,” he commands, his grip tightening and Namjoon whines.
He wants it. But Yoongi told him to stay still and he wants to be good, maybe even more. So Namjoon stays still and lets himself drool, feeling the saliva gather on his tongue. He whines again and looks up, wordlessly begging, and Yoongi curses.
He throws his head back and comes without warning, hitting Namjoon’s nose and making his cheeks messy, but then he angles himself into Namjoon’s mouth and finally lets him have a taste.
Namjoon’s eyes slip closed with a moan, swallowing everything he’s given, mindlessly grinding into the mattress, licking his own mouth to get more, he wants more.
“So good for me, baby,” Yoongi praises him, hands on his hips, pulling him closer.
“So good for us,” Hoseok adds and then he’s kissing him, Yoongi’s hand on his cock.
It doesn’t take much for Namjoon to come again, barely a dozen strokes and then he’s spilling into Yoongi’s hand again, Hoseok swallowing his moans.
When he’s spent, he falls down between them, humming with content.
“Don’t fall asleep, Joon-ah,” Yoongi tells him. “We’re gross, we have to wash up.”
“Just a few minutes,” Namjoon mumbles and Hoseok chuckles.
“Yoongi’s right, baby, we have to take a shower.”
Namjoon turns to look at him. “Together?”
“Will it make you get up faster?”
“...Maybe.”
Yoongi laughs, patting back. “C’mon,” he says, but when Namjoon grumbles something that’s not even words, he decides to tug open the curtains.
The sunlight falls on Namjoon’s naked torso and he groans, knowing that now he only has about fifteen minutes until he has to get up. “Hyung, you’re so mean.”
Hoseok smiles and starts tugging him up. “Come on, little fawn, the day awaits you.”
“Ugh, I thought you dropped that already.”
Yoongi leans in to peck him on the lips, grinning. “Never, baby.”
Namjoon closes his eyes and holds him close to kiss him again. “I like that one more.”